Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1081 - 840: Promulgation of the Spice Law

Chapter 1081: Chapter 840: Promulgation of the Spice Law

A queen, a flag!

At this moment, Aisha was infuriated by Hasan’s actions. She wasn’t at all ready to wear the crown, and everything today took her by surprise.

She immediately thrust both hands forward like a bulldozer and pushed him into the manor without saying a word, then swept into the porch, prepared to thoroughly scold this presumptuous servant.

The onlookers in the distance were still immersed in excitement, particularly invigorated by Aisha’s dashing demeanor, feeling that everything about her was astonishing.

"Is she truly the new queen?"

"It’s strange, even though the people of the entire dune salute her, she remains indifferent. Why is that? Ah! I understand—her ambitions lie in the entire Spice Bay!"

"With such a graceful demeanor, she’s truly worthy of being our queen!"

"Whether she can defeat that Honma Noriko, we’ll have to wait and see."

"The time for rebellion has come!"

"If a dragon were to come, that would be even more convincing, but unfortunately, there is only one dragon left in the world."

"Go back and prepare for battle! The queen has been crowned, Honma Noriko will surely attack us!" They talked hastily among themselves, responding to the ever-changing situation.

Inside the manor.

"How dare you!" Aisha shoved Hasan forcefully against the wall.

"Don’t you want to replace Honma Noriko?" Hasan said urgently.

"How can I! She has weapons, an army! She has that White Salamander!" Aisha roared, like an enraged lioness.

"Honma Noriko started from a lower point than you! Was she ever afraid?" Hasan raised his voice.

Hearing this, Aisha’s body shivered, her toes curling inside her sandals.

She hurriedly turned her head to look elsewhere in the courtyard, the servants were still unaware of what had happened and were simply gazing reverently at the new crown on Aisha’s head.

"Honma Noriko—" Hasan emphasized, "She had almost nothing, yet how did she reach today’s heights? Stand atop Khalifa’s Tower? Overlooking you all, overlooking you, and those Spice Nobles and desert princes, your origin is ten thousand times more noble than Honma Noriko’s, with more money, servants, and manors... Yet she crawled out from the poorest shack in the Northern Archipelago, infinitely wealthy, climbing to today’s position—what did she rely on?"

"I... I don’t know." Aisha breathed heavily.

"It’s ’ambition’! A terrifying ambition that compels even reality to make way with its urgent belief in itself! Without ambition, you can never defeat her! Not fit to be Honma Noriko’s opponent!" Hasan emphasized.

Aisha slowly composed herself from early agitation, taking a deep breath, leaning against the courtyard wall.

The weight of the crown brought her clarity.

"You’re wrong." Aisha rubbed her fingers, "Ambition might be part of it, but luck plays an even greater role. She was born well, if she hadn’t been born in that era, that era of opportunity bursting all around, where everyone had a chance to rise, she would have failed."

"Actually, I know nothing, I’m just helping you get through the excitement of just being crowned as queen." Hasan said.

"Fool—get me a Throne Room worthy of my title, set them all to work, work desperately, there are too many matters to handle." Aisha seemed a bit lost, but still insisted on giving instructions.

Hasan, diligent and earnest, cleared a large room in the manor, furnished the Throne Room with a magnificent throne, brand new costly flooring, ample screens, lit braziers, a piano, supporting columns, and a piano prepared for musicians, ensuring the room’s impression was profound enough to match Aisha’s new title.

Aisha sat on her throne, only then did she feel a noble tradition surrounding her heart at this moment.

She was somewhat anxious because she knew Honma Noriko’s counterattack would be as swift as lightning, and she, forced to become queen, had to act quickly.

But—she had no good ideas, her thoughts disappeared like water draining from an unplugged bathtub, needing Hasan to refill them.

"What do we do next?" Aisha asked Hasan hurriedly.

"Make promises, prove to everyone that under your rule, the Spice Coast will be a thousand times better than under Honma Noriko." Hasan resolutely said.

"What promises? What promises do I have to give others? A company? Industry? Spice plantations?" Aisha thought swiftly.

"It’s precisely the spice! The spice trade supports dozens of large companies in the Near East Region, enriching the billionaires in Safalai City. They have now absconded with funds, leaving the mess for Honma Noriko alone to clean up... The current situation is that bad, people of the Near East are desperately exploiting spices, but only a few have gotten rich, most still live in poverty akin to the pre-modern era... The entire social system is broken." Hasan advised.

"I..." Aisha thought painfully.

"Just a little, just redistribute a bit of this immense spice business profit to ordinary people, even if it’s only 20%, it would allow all residents of the Near East to eat well, live well, because the population of the Near East is not that large, the whole Spice Coast only has 20 million people, yet is next to an industry worth trillions in spice... Yet now 0.2% of people control 90% of funds, what’s this? If you want to gain the support of the majority, you must promise them—if you take control of the Spice Coast, every box of spices sold will have a share of the proceeds for the common people. Ensure that the wealth of magnates is fully confiscated and the people’s money is returned intact." Hasan urged confidently.